The destination was close. I did not know it. For some days I have been taking a left, then another left and another followed by a right and a left. That is the only way I knew. Today while getting out I decided to go the other way. What do you think I found? That it is a straight road from where I am with only one turning.
No disappointment. I discovered four new lanes.
An old pen was between the pages of an older diary. It still writes. I drew squiggles. I always draw squiggles to test out pens. It has now become my new pen.
I waited for two hours because someone else was pushy enough to take my slot. I sat there waiting. Just waiting. I did not read or scribble or talk on the phone. The wait became interesting. And when it ended there was emptiness for what I waited for was done in a few minutes.
Leafing through yesterday's paper I realised that there is nothing like the past. The news is like a snake; it only sheds skin. Shed skin is not the past.
The sky was overcast at 5 PM. The sky does not have a clock.